Late again...

[venta]

Tonight was supposed to be another early night. Unfortunately, we've just had a late-breaking bout of tidying/scrubbing/vacuuming/weeding. For lo, tomorrow there will be parents visiting.

Sadly, not my parents, who take the deeply deranged view that this is our house, and therefore our mess, our problem, and our business. Instead it is Andy's parents, who will Have Opinions on the way things are done. House looks nice now, though. At least to us. I imagine it'd still fall well short of anyone with remotely house-proud standards.

Oh, and a message to pub landlords everywhere: if a main dish contains potatoes as a main ingredient, I probably don't want chips with it. My broccoli and cream cheese bake was nice, but since it came with integral spuds, I really didn't want all those chips.

Pintwatch says that the Three Horseshoes in Towersey does moderate food (see above), a very nice pint of Charlie Wells' Bombadier (no idea of price, someone else bought me it), but has a very scary barmaid. Sit outside where she can't bite you.

Comments

[lathany.livejournal.com]

Sadly, not my parents, who take the deeply deranged view that this is our house, and therefore our mess, our problem, and our business

I have parents like that - they're great. Dom does too (although his mother thinks the garden should be more twins-friendly - but this has more to do with her baby-interests).

One consequence of my upbringing was that I tended to have a low opinion of parents who thought that my boyfriend's mess was something to do with me (I should add I never lived with any boyfriend before bateleur).

[venta.livejournal.com]

Well, since Andy's parents are technically Frances and my landlords, they have some legitimate reason for grumbling...

I suspect they'd do it anyway, though ;)

[lathany.livejournal.com]

Also I think it's more difficult when you share a whole house. When I was living in Finchley there was a general agreement that we would all clean the communal areas for visiting parents. However our rooms were ours.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Aye. My room is a sty. And staying that way :)

(Not on principle, you understand. I'm trying to tidy it, but made no effort last night to.)

[wimble.livejournal.com]

I've had my parents (en mass) over once, and my father (on his lonesome) once, since I moved in. So that's in six years. It's not that they'd necessarilly comment on the state of the house. In fact, Mum would probably start tidying up for me.

Her theory is it's far simpler to clear up somebody else's mess, and then leave, than it is to clear up your own mess, knowing that you'll be facing the same situation again a few days later.

I ought to let them visit again, but I want to get the place reasonably tidy first.

[satyrica.livejournal.com]

ah parental visits: when I lived on the Banbury Road my Dad came and went around our garden systematically spraying every individual dandelion with weed-killer (there were a lot of dandelions) much to the distress of Lorna, who I's living with at the time, and didn't have quite the same ideal of neatly trimmed grass lawns that he did . . .

Scary barmaid

[thegreenman.livejournal.com]

Scary in what way?

Re: Scary barmaid

[venta.livejournal.com]

Just scary.

She had a manner of asking innocuous questions (like "chips of jacket potato?" in such a way that you understood that if you got the wrong answer she'd be after you with a broken bottle.

Sure she's lovely, really :)

parrents

[(Anonymous)]

Nice to know we're deranged, but I suppose it's a complment really. If I was fanatically tidy, your Dad and I wouldn't be about to celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary!